Page 69 of Falling for a Killer

He releases a groan that’s so close to a whimper, my pussy clamps around him. God, I love how vocal he is.

“Only you for me, too. You got me, baby. All of me is devoted to you. Fuck, do that again.”

Grinning, I squeeze his cock and use the wall to brace myself as I ride him right here, his hips meeting every bounce as words evade us completely. There’s nothing we could say that could bring us any closer than we feel right now, and when he pulls me in and bares his neck, I know exactly what he wants me to do.

He wants me to mark him.

I don’t stop to wonder how it’ll look in court or how he’ll explain it in the morning, I don’t care. I’ve never done this before, not with anyone.

Not on purpose, anyway.

So it feels good sucking his skin, knowing he’ll look in a mirror tomorrow and remember this. That he may wear my mark when he perp walks to the courthouse.

Holy shit, the orgasm that hits me shocks us both and every ripple of pleasure that shoots through my body shoves him closer to joining me. “Strangling me, baby. Fuck, you’re gonna make me blow already.”

As if in defiance, he begins fucking up into me even harder, and I have to cover my mouth to stifle the scream.

“Joey,” he growls. “Give me one more, I know you have more for me.”

When he nuzzles in and bites my throat, I grind on his cock like getting off might actually set him free, but it’s the way he grunts that sends me over. It’s such a sinful sound and all for me.

“That’s my girl. Gonna... fucking... come.”

He thrusts as deep as he can three more times before he releases with a groan that tells me he didn’t want it to end. I feel him pulsing inside of me until he stills, filling me up so much I know I’ll be just as much of a mess as last time whenever he decides to separate us. One look in his eyes tells me that won’t be any time soon, not if he has a say in it.

I wish he did.

“Stay with me here,” I whisper. “Right here.”

“I would.” His arms wrap around me a little tighter. “I’d leave with you right now if I knew I wouldn’t be fucking up your life even more than I already have.”

We could make it work. With a little money and a lot of stealth, we could disappear — but then what? We’d never be free.

“You haven’t fucked anything up,” I say firmly. “My dad said you brought me back to life, and he was right.”

“He did?” Killian pulls back to look at me, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

“Mmhm.” I kiss him quickly, then glance down between us. “I know I brought them up, but maybe we can find a better time to talk about my parents.”

He follows my gaze, pushing inside a little more with a full on smirk now. “Better get used to talking about everything like this, Roo. My dick is taking a stand, and I don’t think I can get him out.”

Like I’d want him to anyway.

I wasn’t kidding. I’d stay like this forever.

Thirty-Five:

Waiting

I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to breathe again.

They won’t let me in.

They won’t let anyone in.

Killian is on trial for his life and he’s not allowed support from a single human being.

Donna won’t say it’s my fault, but I have a feeling it is. The media circus we created when blasting Lawson’s crimes out to the world created an almost unstoppable frenzy, to the point where it radicalized a lot of people. Some are calling for Killian’s head, but a majority of people began demanding that he be set free, no questions asked. There were protests in the streets, a riot not far from the courthouse. They didn’t really have a choice. Opening this trial to the public almost certainly wouldn’t end well, and despite my best efforts to get Donna to put me on the witness list, she wouldn’t. Apparently, she can’t in good conscience allow me to commit perjury.

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